In London

A man in his mid twenties is cleaning  mansion floor using cloth and detergent water.
He was cleaning this mansion from last night without eating anything.

Jha-clean fast stupid !anytime reporters will come here.

Man chucked looking at his fate and continue his work.

Within few minutes reporters started to enter into oberoi mansion.

Rep-hey boy come here

Man run towards the reporters

Man-yes sir

Rep-bring me one glass of juice.

Man-ji sir.

Man give juice to reporter.
Reporter take juice covering his hands with tissue.

Man feel ashamed and left the place.
He enters into his room oops store room. He looks his reflection on his mirror. Tears brimmed in his eyes. His face is covered with soap form.
He is wearing one torn cloth.

He can able to hear clap sound from outside. He close his ears and hide himself under his bed.

Man POV

Why God why you do this to me. No one in the world believe that I am Mr.oberoi. All are thinking that I am the luckiest man in the world but it is not true. I was the no 1 unluckiest man in the world. Who did not able to show his face in front of the world?
I am so confusing right
So let me clear.
I am shivay sing oberoi. World know me as Mr.oberoi.
No one in the world know that I was the Mr.oberoi except mom and bhaiya.
I always go to office while covering my face. Even my pAdid not see my face.
All think that daksh bhaiya is Mr.oberoi.
Yesterday I donated 500 crore to orphanage mm that's why all media people come here to praise me oops Mr.oberoi.
But look at my fate I did not eat anything from yesterday for that donation. You guys question me that I was rich then why did not I order food from outside but I can't they appoint more than 5000 spies around me .

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